The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1887-08-18
A HASTY CONCLUSION.

every proud family, these Beltons?"
said Frederick Haynes, interrogatively,
as he stretched himself on the grass near
the stream where he and his friend,
George Lyle, had been fishing.
"Oh, yes, very proud-can't touch 'em
with forty-foot pole" laughed George
LYLE
"Oh, you needn't laugh. You know
what's reported in town about them is
true. Mother and daughter are as proud
as Lucifer."
'That's it exactly, Fred. People from
a distance can always tell you more about
your neighbors than you know yourself
But what if the Beltons are proud2
That doesn't take any from the attraction
of Laura Bolton. tell you she's a
beauty, Fred, and you must not go back
to town without an introduction"
"Now, George, l came down here to
fish, shoot and have good time with
you, not to make love to your pretty
girls, and least of all to Princess Bolton.
No introduction for me, thank you. Not
that object particularly to being intro
duced to pretty girl, but you see I
haven't read up my pedigree of late,
neither have my credentials with me.
The fact is, I never could find any use
for your grandees-your high-toned
families who will not proffer the tips of
their fingers until they know who your
neutrality-suspicious. was.'
/ Fred, you're prejudiced."
"All right; we'll let it go at that, :"
said Fred, laughing.
The morning after this conversation
Fred Haynes, who was fond of the sad
die, probably because he was handsome
and dashing, and looked well in it,
started for canter before breakfast.
''Not very partial to riding out before
breakfast in this part of the country" "
said Fred to himself, as he rode about
two miles without meeting anybody.
But presently the sound of horses
hoofs coming tearing along a by-path he
was approaching fell upon his ear. He
reined back his horse and the next mo-
ment young girl, splendidly mounted,
dashed out on the road, and ON before
him.
As she appeared, Fred caught sight of
bright, handsome face; her figure was
| perfect, and she sat in her saddle like a
born equestrienne. /.
Fred was quite charmed hy the young
girls appearance and gave free rein to
his horse once more.
How he managed to lose control ovel
his horse, or how the horse managed tc
land him clear across the road in an in.
sensible condition, was something Fred
never could make out, unless it was that
he was paying too much attention to the
girl on before him and too little to the
spirited creature he was riding.
| What had happened was painfully i'm
pressed on Fred's mind the minute h,
opened his eyes. He tried to move, bu
he groaned aloud with pain. His shoul
der and ankle were both dislocated, ant
what under Heaven was he to do her,
on this lonely road, where he might la,
all day, perhaps, without seeing the fac'
Of a human being.
Suddenly he thought of the youn.
girl who was before him on the roat
when he fell. Did she see him fall, ant
not turn back to render him any assist
ance2 No, she did not look like gir
that would play the part of the Levite 0
old.
"Oh, you have recovered. l am s
glad" said frank, girlish voice.
And looking up, Fred beheld the gin
of his thoughts.
The train of her habit was throw
over her arm, and in her delicate whit
hands she carried stone jug of water
She knelt down on the ground besid
him, bending her bright, handsome fac
over him, as she said:
ooh, I'm SO glad!"
"Thank you," murmured Fred, and h
forgot that he had shoulder and a
ankle, "but l cannot understand how
is that l find myself in this condition.
"You were thrown from your horse,
she said, dipping her hands in the watt
and bathing his brow. 81 think you al
severely injured"
Yes, Fred thought SO, too, for
moved again, and the pain of h
shoulder and ankle made him vince.
II believe my ankle is sprained," sal
Fred.
"Then it must be attended to witho,
|. delay. Bolton Villa is not great wa
from here. will go and report yo,
a accident and Mrs. Bolton will send Il
!. carriage"
!. 'No, thank you, / would rather NJ
!. trouble Mrs. Bolton. Is there no 9th,
house near by on this road2 Are we f
from Mr.. George Lyle'sl My name
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